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(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we wanna ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and know what it's called
Niggas foul but the referees get involved
It's the finals and my dogs came to it all
2014 And them back
I'm at the on the floor and that boy strapped
50 for the seat, bring the popcorn
Diamond and my million dollar cross on
Yeah they tell me that these ain't the to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and it's not
Runnin' down on niggas, retract their statement
I a bomb, I drop it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All niggas claim to know me well
Top down, I got your bitch's in a ponytail
She never been to Tom Ford,
So I double back for encore, nigga
comin' out my pores, nigga
You should see me and stars, nigga
Rich niggas test drive
And double M, be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the cake up in my spot
Put all her naked photos in my
We got a bond we could never break
She wash her hair with Belaire, pussy sweet as cake

Huh! My on another level
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She fuckin' niggas
Your be fuckin' ordinary niggas

I took a break to let lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, seem to get the cigar
These a free throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I let her below, in a moment she gon' be home
the offense, nigga don't you hear me talkin'?
And you know I watch more
Than floor season tickets in Boston
And we show off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw get tossed out
All I call is bad shit like I'm bashing Joe
And these dudes ain't slick, you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, like a Euro
Them niggas walkin'
So turn me up, I got it, me up, I got it
Thank God for this hip-hop 'cause on ESPN I it
You can see that we keep our
I could up, beat up, no conscience
And ridin' my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and Moschino
Believe your female'll follow
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
Swag champion, that, ring at the counter

Huh! My money on another
Huh! My money on level
Huh! She fuckin' niggas
Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary

I to let you pussy niggas eat
My pussy kill and put you pussies in the street
Say fuck the major 'cause I wasn't made for
Sb be the realest so them niggas killin' me
Let's get it, I got them same dirty niggas me
Silencers give you life but they make a difference
You play a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the
Chanel purses and red bottoms, I'm tickets
My a 50, my money dirty, her pussy sticky
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, her and pass to Ricky
My palms itchy, I swore I just hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to
My blanket Morocco, my carpet is
It's never ordinary, don't me with humans
17 Fire, what the was you doin'?
Your bricks 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

Huh! My money on another
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She fuckin' niggas
Your bitch be fuckin' niggas

like a pimp, jumpin' out the gym
6 J's, every play's a win
Countin' in the huddle, blocka, flash from the muzzle
Spazz on a busta, your ass like a buzzer
Oh Lord, here come the ball
They him Gunplay, they call him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, keep the revin'
And the firearm, the fire alarm
Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald
Load the clips my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
They bitin' on my belt buckle, grippin' on the
Snort a foul line, like it's child
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm like a hundred Lectors
Reppin' that shelter

Huh! My money on level
Huh! My money on level
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary
Your bitch be fuckin' niggas

Yeah reportin' live a white Wraith
Caught hands the white base
My number one shooter got a face
Talkin' ladders, we don't tussle, we just fight
Montana, but tonight I'm Parker
Pop a hundred on, forest papa
Chasin' dead faces on the paper
fed cases, you need law paper
My money on planet
Talkin' fishscale, got the whole
Hop out, sound heavy metal
My on another level
You ordinary niggas
head like Marbury, nigga

Huh! My on another level
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She ordinary niggas (Maybach Music)
bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas

Huh! My money on level
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She ordinary niggas (Maybach Music)
Your bitch be fuckin' niggas

Nigga gettin' bucks off of my story
I come through in the
I'm Ray Allen at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the shot and I splash, smoke a blunt, then I
I got a bad college who like to fuck after class
She study for finals, I the game
These niggas don't know me but his screamin' my name
I be all the union feelin' just like Dwyane
Smokin' three pounds of the thunder, it go straight to the
Just know the Bulls been the shit, wait D Rose back
Niggas ain't playin', they commentatin' Shaq
Two on the deal, pull my ring and I'm back
And the whole winnin', bitch look at the stacks
up, nigga, middle fingers up
We don't a fuck, nigga
Stuntin' hard, I'm just get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, talkie, where you at, nigga?
I'm stacks, nigga

Huh! My money on level
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She fuckin' niggas
bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas

Pop champagne I won a championship game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like James
These ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam dunk a bitch, I'm pitchin' out the Panamera
him in the paint, I swear to God I got a cemetery
Ain't nothin' but bad bitches to smash on my
30 Shot'll 'em flippin' like a patty
And my bitches like, they fresh out pageants
Martin, ridin' rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of cabbage
I 'em with that package when I pass it, fosho
I post up it like Bosh, defense
I got a bag full of them blocks, offense
Bitch I'm like Ray Allen shots
Cheerleaders, I got a tour bus full of thots
Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric
Yeah bitch, Eric and a nigga post up

Huh! My money on another
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She ordinary niggas (Maybach Music)
Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary

Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald
Fuck him, Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald Sterling
Screamin' fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, Donald Sterling
(Han) fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald